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 Tunisia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
MDC,
The Busters,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.