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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.