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 Liechtenstein 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Buzzcocks to the grime 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.