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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Can,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.