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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.