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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.