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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Lyres to the jazz 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.