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 Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.