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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.