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 Romania 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.