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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.