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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the funk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.