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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the techno 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
X-102,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.