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 Kenya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Q65,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.