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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.