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 Monaco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.