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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. to the techno 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.