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 Hungary 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Duran Duran to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Flipper,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.