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 South Africa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Bauhaus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.