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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 guitar 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 Livin' Joy to the rock 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.