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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.