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 Denmark and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Boredoms to the disco 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.