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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
a-ha,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.