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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 The Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.