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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Jandek,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.