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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 kango's stein massive to the grime 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.