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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the grime 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.