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 Nauru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.