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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Magazine,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.