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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moss Icon to the rap 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.