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 Syria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.