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 Thailand 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.