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 Uzbekistan 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.