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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Move,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.