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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.