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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 oboe 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.