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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 mellotron 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Visage,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.