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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.