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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pretty Things to the jazz 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Can,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.