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 Antigua and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 The United States of America to the rap 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.