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 Papua New Guinea 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.