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 Chad 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.