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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Index,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.