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 Tonga and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.