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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 The Vogues to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
The Saints,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.