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 Tajikistan 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Quadrant 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.