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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.