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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Tears for Fears to the punk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.