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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.