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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
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.