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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 organ 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.