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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Quantec 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.