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 South Sudan and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Television,
Josef K,
Nico,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.