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 Egypt and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nirvana to the crunk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
10cc,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.