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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.