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 Mongolia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the rap 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust 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?
X-101,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.