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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.