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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.