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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
ABC,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.