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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Crooked Eye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.