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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.