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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead C to the techno 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.