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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 clarinet 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 Radio Birdman to the techno 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.