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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.