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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.