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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
Television,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.