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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.