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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
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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.