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 India and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.