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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 The Durutti Column to the rap 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.