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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Can,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.