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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.