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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.