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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
UT,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
cv313,
Oneida,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.