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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
UT,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.