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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Fad Gadget to the rock 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.