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 Nigeria 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Zeros to the funk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Pole 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
Scion,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.