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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the rap 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Rakim,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.