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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the rap 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
10cc,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.