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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mandrill to the dance 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.