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 Kenya and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Index,
X-102,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.