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 Canada and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Janne Schatter 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.