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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.