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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.