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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 oboe 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 Stereo Dub to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Smog,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.