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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.