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 Kazakhstan 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.