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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Eurythmics to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.