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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.