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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.