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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Q65,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.