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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
the Association,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.