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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.