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 Maldives and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Can,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.