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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.