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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.