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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 organ 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
UT,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.