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 Togo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.