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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Pole,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.