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 Seychelles 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.