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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.