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 Romania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Saints to the funk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.