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 Sri Lanka 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.