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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Minor Threat to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.