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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra 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?
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
the Swans,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Can,
ABC,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.