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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.