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 Sudan 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.