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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.