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 Laos and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.