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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.