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 Botswana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Tears for Fears to the grunge 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Urselle,
X-102,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.