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 Burkina 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Avey Tare to the grime 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.