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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light to the disco 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.