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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.