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 Mauritius and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Index,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.