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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.