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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s.
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 Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.