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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the funk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.