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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.