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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.