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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.