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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 The Busters to the jazz 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light 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?
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.