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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Excepter,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.