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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Slits to the techno 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Hashim,
ABC,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.