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 Romania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.