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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.