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 Ghana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the dance 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.