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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.