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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Human League to the rap 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.