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 Andorra 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.