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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.