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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.