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 Burundi and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 June of 44 to the dance 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
June of 44,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.