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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.