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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Monks,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Can,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.