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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Quantec to the disco 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.