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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.