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 Colombia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 linndrum 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 The Wake to the electroclash 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Crime,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.