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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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?
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.