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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minny Pops to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
The Associates,
World's Most,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.