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 Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.