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 Belarus 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.