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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.