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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 10cc to the jazz 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.