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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the techno 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
JFA,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.