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 United States and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.