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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.