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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Zero Boys to the grunge 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Faust,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.