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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
The Searchers,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.