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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare to the disco 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Brick,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.