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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.