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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.