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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.