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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Visage,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.