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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 The Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.