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 Costa Rica 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Newcleus 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.