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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.