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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Magma,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.