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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Das Ding to the funk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
EPMD,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.