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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.