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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Beau Brummels to the techno 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Skriet,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.