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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.