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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
DNA,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Echospace,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.