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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Buckinghams to the crunk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.