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 India and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 808 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
The Index,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.