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 Nepal and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Slick Rick to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.