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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Bananas 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.