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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Radiohead to the grime 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.