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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.