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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Monks,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.