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 Iraq and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MDC to the crunk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.