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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Dave Clark Five 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.