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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 The Happenings to the rap 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.