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 Ireland and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Dave Gahan 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.