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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.