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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.