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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.