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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Symarip,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.