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 Liberia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.