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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.