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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.