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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.