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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dawn Penn to the punk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.