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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.