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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.