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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 China Crisis 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Magma,
Magazine,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.