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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.