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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Average White Band to the crunk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.