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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.