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 Argentina and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.