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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June of 44 to the jazz 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.