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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
The Slits,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.