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 Finland and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Japan,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
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.