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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 harpsichord 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.