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 Venezuela 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Amazonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
UT,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.