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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 cv313 to the electroclash 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.