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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Slave,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.