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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.