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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.