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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 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 Monks to the electroclash 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Cymande,
X-101,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.