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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the rap 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.