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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Skatalites to the techno 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.