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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Masters at Work to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
The Move,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.