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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
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 güiro 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.