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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.