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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.