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 Burundi and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Beau Brummels to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.