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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.