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 Hungary and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.