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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Zeros to the jazz 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.