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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Pretty Things to the disco 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
AZ,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.