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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.