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 China and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.