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 Turkey and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the rock 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.