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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.