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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.