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 Japan 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.