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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.