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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
DNA,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.