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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Prince Buster to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.