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 Burkina 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.