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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.