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 Micronesia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.