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 Georgia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.