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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Technova,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.