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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Warsaw to the electroclash 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.