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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.