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 Yemen 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 güiro 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.