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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.