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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Pere Ubu to the rap 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.