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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.