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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.