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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.