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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.