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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.