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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.