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 Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 DNA 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Fear,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.