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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the crunk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Cameo,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.