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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.