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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.