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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Dawn Penn to the grime 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
MC5,
The Motions,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.