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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
CMW,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.