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 Japan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Darondo 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.