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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Skarface to the rock 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
JFA,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Mars,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.