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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
The Fall,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.