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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Massinfluence to the funk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.