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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Move to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.