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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.