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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.