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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Trojans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.