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 Dominica and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.