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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.