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 Luxembourg 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.