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 Singapore and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Inner City,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.