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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.