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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Harry Pussy to the funk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.