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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.