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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Barracudas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.