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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 LL Cool J to the jazz 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.