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 Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.