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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.