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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.