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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.