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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.