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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.