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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Selecter to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.