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 China and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.