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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.