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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Subhumans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Pole,
John Cale,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.