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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers to the grime 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.