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 Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
X-102,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.