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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.