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 New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
the Association,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Q65,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.