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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Zero Boys to the crunk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.