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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Skaos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.