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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.