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 Belgium 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.