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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.