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 Paraguay and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.