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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the rock 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
MDC,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Visage,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.