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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.