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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.