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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.