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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hoover to the crunk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.