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 Palau 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leaves to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s 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 Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.