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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.