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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.