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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Yazoo to the rock 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.