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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.