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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television 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?
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.