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 Taiwan 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.