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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.