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 Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.