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 Nepal and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.