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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.