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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fatback Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.