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 Brazil and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Nico to the crunk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.