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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sugar Minott 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.