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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Second Layer to the dance 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.