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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Quadrant to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.