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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Smog,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.