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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.