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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.