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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.