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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 The Happenings to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
New Order,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.