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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cure to the rap 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.