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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.