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 Spain 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.