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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Real Kids to the jazz 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.