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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Index,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.