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 Monaco and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q65,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.