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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.