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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
New Order,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.