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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Boy 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.