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 Barbados 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Mantronix to the grunge 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.