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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.