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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.