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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.