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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Visage to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
The Index,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.