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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Scan 7 to the rock 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Franke,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
UT,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.