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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Standells to the grunge 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.