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 Niger 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.