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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.