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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Liliput to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.