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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
MC5,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.