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 Sudan 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.