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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.