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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.