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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.