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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Cymande to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.