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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 T. Rex to the grime 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.