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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Index,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.