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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.