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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.