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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
The Busters,
The Move,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.