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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.