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 Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Delta 5 to the disco 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.