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 Sweden and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.