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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Hashim,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.