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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.