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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.