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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.