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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.