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 Brazil and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.