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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Charles Mingus to the punk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.