Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.