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 Switzerland 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.