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 Chad 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Groovy Waters 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.