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 Cambodia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The J.B.'s to the techno 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
The Slits,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.