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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.