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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Marc Almond to the dance 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Fear,
Can,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.