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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 theremin 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.