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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Dual Sessions to the rock 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.