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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
MDC,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.