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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 The Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Roxette,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.