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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.