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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 harpsichord 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
ABC,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.