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 Tunisia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.