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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.