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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
Echospace,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.