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 Romania 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Television,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.