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 Togo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.