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 Iceland and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.