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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.