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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.