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 Serbia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the rap 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.