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 Congo 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
the Association,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.