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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Average White Band to the dance 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.