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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.