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 Haiti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
June Days,
Cameo,
Can,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.