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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 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 Tomorrow 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.