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 Guyana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.