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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s 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 Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Section 25,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.