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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.