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 Brunei and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Can,
The Martian,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.