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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.