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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Inner City,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
the Normal,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.