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 Eritrea 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.