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 Spain 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.