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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Wings,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.