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 Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Model 500 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Inner City,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
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.