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 San Marino 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre 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 grunge 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Gong,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Faust,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.