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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Nas,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.