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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.