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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.