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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
The Index,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.