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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Niagra to the electroclash 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.