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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Loose Ends to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Slave,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & 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.