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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.