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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Pole,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.