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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.