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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.