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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Darondo,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.