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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.