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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.