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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 The Martian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.