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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.