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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Ossler,
The Slits,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Index,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.