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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 harpsichord 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 Swell Maps to the punk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.