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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the funk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.