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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.