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 Liberia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.