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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Brass Construction to the rock 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.