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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.