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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 The Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Technova,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
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.