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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
X-102,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Slave,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.