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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Joyce Sims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.