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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Zapp 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.