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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
the Sonics,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.