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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.