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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.