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 Turkey and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.