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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Darondo to the crunk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
a-ha,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.