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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the rock 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru 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?
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.