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 Germany and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.