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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Blossom Toes to the grime 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.