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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Colin Newman to the crunk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Pole,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.