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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.