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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Aural Exciters 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.