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 Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A 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?
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.