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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the grime 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.