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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.