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 India and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Derrick May to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.