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 Lesotho 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.