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 Cuba and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.
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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.