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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.