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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.