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 Oman and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.