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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grey Daturas to the rap 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Japan,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.