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 Germany and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.