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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Quantec to the punk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.