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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.