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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Zero Boys 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.