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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.