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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Index,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.