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 Burkina and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Lyres,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Niagra,
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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.