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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.