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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.