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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.