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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Dead C to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.