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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Deakin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.