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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
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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.