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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.