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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Niagra,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.