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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the rock 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.