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 Venezuela 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.