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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
DNA,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.