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 Fiji and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Monks,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.