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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 The Kinks to the funk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.