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 Montenegro and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.