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 Chad and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Japan,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.