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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.