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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.