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 Togo and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.