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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.