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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.