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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.