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 Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.