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 Ireland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.