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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
The Human League,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.