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 Turkey and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the disco 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.