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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Stereo Dub to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake 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?
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.