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 Turkey and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.