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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.