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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 The United States of America to the grime 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.