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 Spain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.