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 Tajikistan 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Misunderstood to the crunk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.