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 Guinea and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.