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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.