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 Australia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Zero Boys to the crunk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.