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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Magma to the grime 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.