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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.