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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Searchers to the grunge 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Fall,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.