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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 John Coltrane to the grunge 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.