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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Japan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.