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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
Japan,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.