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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.