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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
ABC,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.