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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.