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 Hungary and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 The Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.