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 Cameroon 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.