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 Cyprus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.