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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.