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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
ABC,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Flipper,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.