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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Cybotron to the disco 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.