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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
X-102,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.