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 Korea South and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.