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 Finland and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.