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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.