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 the UAE and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.