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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.