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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves 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?
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.