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 Somalia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Drexciya to the rock 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.