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 Morocco and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Pagans,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Can,
the Swans,
X-102,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.