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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.