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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.