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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.