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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.