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 Uzbekistan 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Yazoo to the grime 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
New Order,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.