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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.