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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
The Saints,
Wire,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.