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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 The Remains to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.