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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.