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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.