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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Brand Nubian to the rock 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.