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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Goldenarms 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Cluster,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.