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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 The Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.