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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.