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 Botswana and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 808 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 The Angels of Light to the techno 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.