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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
UT,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
JFA,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.