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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dual Sessions to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.