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 Peru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Japan,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.